For the last two weeks, my brain has been stuck in “on.” I’ve said elsewhere on social media that I’ve written five stories in that time, and that’s true, and I am not sorry for the existence of those five stories. I have also done revisions on various things and worked on projects still in progress. And that’s just on the writing front.

I really enjoy the feeling that I have a hold on things, that I know how to make a story do what it needs to do. I really do not enjoy the feeling that my brain is going to be twitchy until I actually get the words out get them out get them oooooout. I don’t enjoy writing-induced insomnia, and worse, it’s pretty bad for me. And this is one of the places where I feel like the dominant culture of SFF writers online makes things harder, not easier.

Because I have friends–actual personal friends, people I have invited into my home, people who know details of my health situation–who have to have the downside of obsessive writing behavior explained to them every time. Who go into the same mode that upset me with some of the girls I knew in high school: “Oh, you look so good in that, I hate you.” You wrote so much, I hate you. Whenever anybody comes out and says to me that they hate me, I tend to reply in a very quiet voice, “I’m not feeling so fond of you right now either.” I never got accustomed to that kind of “friendly” hostility, and I don’t really want to. We’ve all got different styles of working, and all of those have ups and downs, and I don’t really think we should have a problem acknowledging that.

I’m hoping that I managed to dump the brain momentum into a novel. Or two novels, I don’t really care at this point, honestly. But novels are not things I can hold in every prose detail in my head all at once, so they are less likely to hit the brain chains that take forever to die down and leave me exhausted and short on cope. Also I like novels. So the fact that I sat down and wrote a thousand words on a novel that had previously stalled out, and before that another thousand words on a novel I haven’t even tried starting–that sounds hopeful. If I can keep productivity slightly elevated but stop it from interfering with things I need like sleep, that would be really a lot better. If I just go back to regular levels of productivity, I could cope with that too.

I really am glad of the five stories. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I am feeling the negative side of that behavior pretty strongly right about now.

So...sometimes when I have been nauseated, my stomach decides that NO NO FOOD WILL BE HAD NO NO NO ON THE FOOD QUESTION. And as far as I can tell from my knowledge of anatomy, my pyloric valve just refuses to open at that point. So if I try to eat--because with the vertigo, I need to try to eat with nausea fairly often--whatever I have just chewed and swallowed just sits in a lump at the bottom of my esophagus until I either throw up or manage to get the pyloric valve to open. I cannot predict very well when my nausea is regular old nausea, when it's going to be barfy nausea, and when it's going to be this kind of flat digestive line-drawing.

This is what we in Mrissaland know as No Fun.

And it's very like the sensation of having a large chunk of story needing to go somewhere.

I think in my case I've just hit a stable point on my hypertension meds. Long-term medication can screw with your head, but I'm now at the most productive I've been since I started having to gobble double-handfuls of pills in 2006, having iterated through probably a dozen different medications until I've found a combination (of six) that have the desired effect without clouding my mind.

The rest I'm willing to chalk up to confirmation bias -- we don't notice the folks who are suffering from writers block this year. (I'll change my tune if Susannah Clark suddenly emits an unscheduled trilogy ...)

Med-related issues may not be irrelevant to me, either, but not because I've hit a stable point--I just have to hope that I can stay more productive for longer before I have to go back on the meds. (My vertigo meds are not things I can--or want to!--stay on long-term, so it's a matter of trying to get on them before I've had too many falls and only stay on them as long as I have to. Sigh.)

But yes, confirmation bias is definitely a thing here. Or else I'll enjoy that new Susannah Clark trilogy. One way or the other....

There are a few times when I've written stuff (fiction or work stuff) at something close to that kind of pace, and while it was worthwhile, it was also exhausting and unsustainable and kind of incompatible with carrying on normal life. *Hugs* Hope you get back to equilibrium soon.

Oh god, I'm glad it's not just me. I accidentally put a story in publishable shape last night, and there's other stuff clawing behind that. I'd have said I was coming off a period of high energy, and to be sure I feel generally less energetic, but apparently that's better for fiction? I've been blaming the obvious turning of the year -- it's suddenly dark when I leave work, and fall-cold, in Boston -- but honestly, fiik.